Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.